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번역 관련 문제 보고
If I haven't mentioned before I'm an absolute whore for attention, and for reasons that have since escaped my mind a homeless, pregnant lesbian black sheep of a man came into our house and sat with us in order to fix my children.
The definition of staycation consists of going on vacation at home, with all of the conveniences of home.
Is it worth it to pay a fortune for a children's museum or an overly annoying scab to latch on to for shelter?
I'm pondering those questions as I sit in my giant lawn chair, which my parents gifted to us earlier this year when they realized my office wasn't large enough to accommodate our family.
Last year the snow flew sideways for five straight days.
We had...
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